Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 66865 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66865 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
My chiseled, flawless profile, jaw set rigidly.
The one she apparently can’t stand to look at without all the scruff.
Gag, right? So fucked up.
“Right,” I hear her murmur, hand fidgeting atop the cream linen tablecloth. We’re done with dinner, the usual university cuisine when they’re feeding students on the cheap: chicken breast, mashed potatoes, shitty gravy, and a vegetable medley. Brownie for dessert, none of it worth whatever she paid for the tickets.
But.
Whatthefuckever.
Goddamn I’m pissed.
My leg continues to bounce under the table, and if Teddy can feel the vibration from it, she isn’t going to say anything. I give her a fake, toothy smile when she glances over, notecards in her hand bearing the short speech she prepared.
It’s another ten minutes before they call her name; six students go before her, each of them receiving an award, scholarship, or honor from the university.
Then.
“Theodora Grace Johnson, receiving the William Richards Fellowship Grant.”
The audience applauds politely as Teddy stands. Hesitates at my side before leaning over and softly kissing my cheek. The spot tingles even after she walks toward the stage, and I touch it with my forefinger—it’s sticky from her lip gloss, and when I lower my arm and look at my hand, I see the light pink stain.
Okay, fine.
Maybe I won’t be that pissed off later.
I’ll get over it.
Teddy is shaking some dean’s hand, smiling—beaming, actually—before taking the mic and thanking the crowd.
“Thank you Doctor Langford.” She clears her throat. “And thank you to the William Richards trust committee for choosing me as this year’s recipient.” She clears her throat again before nervously chuckling. “Um…things haven’t always been easy for me. My mother raised me by herself, and I was alone a lot while she worked. This grant is going to make a huge difference for me this year, and it will allow me to do what I love: discover and help develop the cities in which we live.” She glances up from her small, white notecards. “I also want to say…I’m thankful for my new friends.”
I sit up straighter in my chair. She means me, right? I’m one of her new friends, albeit one who likes to get naked with her. I count, yeah?
“And Kip, thank you for…everything.”
Wait. What?
That’s it?
That’s the end of her speech? Thank you for everything? Am I supposed to know what that means?
Thanks for the orgasm. Thanks for sucking on my tits. Thanks for keeping an eye on me at parties?
That wasn’t a goodbye thank you, was it? Shit, what if it was? It did sound kind of ominous. Or maybe I’m reading into it too much.
My eyes never leave her as she weaves her way back to the table, smiling and saying hello to people along the way, and I stand to pull her chair out before she sits back down.
She faces the stage, presenting me with the back of her head, and I want nothing more than to lean over and kiss her smooth, pale shoulder.
We sit through another ten speeches, which—miserably—takes over an hour, the button on my shirt screaming to come undone.
Spend another few minutes in the car on our way back to her apartment. The silence is almost deafening and ridiculous and so uncalled for I can’t stop the bitter laugh rising from my chest.
“What’s so funny?” Teddy asks, signed grant check clasped in her fingers protectively.
“Nothing. This is just so fucking stupid, that’s all.” I put my car in park, turning to face her, arm resting on the steering wheel. “Why are you acting like this? I haven’t done anything.”
“I guess—I don’t know. I know I’m being weird, okay?”
“Actually, it’s not okay, Teddy.”
She ruined a perfectly good evening, one I looked forward to all week.
“Everything was great this morning, and now you’ve done a complete turnaround.” She came to my game, sat with Renee, Miranda, and another teammate’s girlfriend, cheered for me the entire time and patched me up afterward.
We went for lunch before I dropped her off at home then I went for my haircut and shaved and—
“That was before I knew what you looked like.” Her voice is small, coming from the dark recesses of my SUV.
“I’m sorry, what? That sounds like an insult. And since when is it a bad thing for a guy to be attractive?”
“It’s not. This isn’t about your face.”
Could have fooled me. “Then what is it about?”
“I honestly have no idea.”
“Okay, so what now? What do we do? I can grow the beard back, Teddy—I can grow it back starting tomorrow.”
“But I already know what you look like.”
“Jesus, Teddy, why are you making this such a big deal?” I can’t stop my voice from rising.
Hers rises, too. “I don’t know Kip! I don’t…know. Honestly, I loved the way you looked before.”
“Honestly, Teddy, I loved the way you didn’t judge me before.”
“Ouch.”
“Yeah, well, the truth hurts, doesn’t it?”